Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

Who is Qi Chuxing.

It is the star in Lu Yichao's Bai Yueguang eyes.

It was Lu Yichao who had been in love for seven or eight years but could not be together.

He was the younger brother he least wanted to face.

When Lu Yichao was on the phone, he was relaxed and funny, and he was reluctant to hang up the phone even in words.

Qi Yanqing thought he had never had this kind of warmth.

"Okay, let's do this first, okay, okay, I'll eat mooncakes...well, I'll pass it on for you, go to bed early."

Lu Yichao turned around with a smile, and saw Qi Yanqing, his warm and gentle expression hadn't faded, "You need me?"

Qi Yanqing looked at him differently.

When Lu Yichao looked at him, it was different from when he talked about Qi Chuxing.

Qi Yanqing was addicted to cigarettes, so he took out his pocket and remembered that he was wearing a dance costume.

Lu Yichao listened to the program forecast, and after this program, he will be on stage to make an announcement.

He installed his mobile phone, and there was no one around. He said to Qi Yanqing indifferently: "Chu Xing told you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and you still remember that you have a younger brother... hiss!"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Qi Yanqing jumped in front of him, bit his neck hard, the skin was broken and bleeding, he wished to tear off Lu Yichao's flesh and blood.

"Why are you crazy!" Lu Yichao forcefully pushed Qi Yanqing's shoulders away, pushed him against the wall and held him down, growling angrily.

There was blood on the corner of Qi Yanqing's lips, which added color to his pale face. He was pushed against the wall, his back hurt, his eyes were loose and out of focus.

Lu Yichao pressed his neck, still bleeding, he pressed the wound with a handkerchief in pain, "Qi Yanqing, what the hell are you doing!"

Qi Yanqing twitched the corners of his mouth, stood up straight with his hands on the wall, and stared at Lu Yichao indifferently with his black eyes.

The question was on his lips, but he couldn't say it.

Lu Yichao sucked in the air-conditioning and straightened the neckline of his clothes. Fortunately, he was wearing a dark shirt and his tie was tight enough to block it.

He looked at Qi Yanqing with gloomy eyes, pressed his shoulders, and lowered his voice, "Qi Yanqing, just wait for me."

Wen Bo just walked over and saw the two of them huddled together sticky against the wall, and laughed and scolded: "Stinky couple! It's time to go on stage!"

After Lu Yichao left, Wen Bai stepped forward and patted Qi Yanqing on the shoulder, "Qingshen, there is a better job for you, think about it?"

"Is there any smoke?"

"Yes, yes, you can't smoke in the venue, go out?"

Qi Yanqing felt that he couldn't breathe, his throat was tight, and his eyes seemed to be glued together.

He walked outside quickly and went to the balcony at the end of the corridor. He felt more and more difficult to breathe and felt a sense of suffocation.

"You are so addicted to cigarettes, you can't help it after the beginning." Wen Bo handed him the fireworks.

Qi Yanqing's hands trembled a little, and he inhaled deeply into his lungs after taking a puff of cigarette, the suffocation feeling got better.

Wen Bo: "I really think you were born to dance. Do you know that people can't take their eyes off you when you dance? No exaggeration, it's true!"

"Otherwise, your dance circle is not too big, so why are you the best out of the circle? Yanqing, I'm serious, you come..."

Qi Yanqing didn't hear what he said, his eyes were cold, his head was slightly lowered, and there were more and more cigarette butts in his hand.

Just as Wen Bo said three sentences, he suddenly lost his temper, "I keep everything in my heart, and don't say anything! When you are angry or unhappy, talk about it! It seems that you have been wronged. Others guess and guess, guess a woolen yarn!"

Qi Yanqing:?

Scold him well?

He turned to look at Wen Bai, only to find that he was typing on his mobile phone.

Noticing Qi Yanqing's gaze, Wen Bo said shyly, "I'll reply to my girlfriend's information first, and then I'll give you more details."

Qi Yanqing saw Wen Bai's typing.

【Baby, do you want to eat strawberries today?Or cherries?Baby give me a chance to feed it. 】

【It was my fault yesterday. I forgot that you can't watch me eat fried chicken while you're working out. 】

These words are two extremes from what he just scolded.

"Why didn't you tell her what you just said." Qi Yanqing asked.

"Then I can't bear it. I said it purely to solve it myself."

With complicated eyes, Qi Yanqing lit another cigarette, the cold wind gave him a headache, and also lightened his melancholy just now.

He doesn't like to talk about things, it's much easier to keep it in his heart than to say it.

To say it is to be submissive, to admit defeat.

Lu Yichao didn't love him, and some things he said were just to humiliate himself.

He doesn't put himself in an embarrassing position.

After Wen Bai sent the message, he sighed: "But getting along with my girlfriend is really tiring. Although I love her very much, I guess her mind is sometimes quite irritable every day."

"It's better for you and Mr. Lu. I don't think you quarrel very much. You understand each other quite well."

Qi Yanqing exhaled a puff of smoke, should it be said that their acting skills are really good, or that everyone in the world is blind.

How come no one thinks they are so fake.

"Are you cold? Why are you shaking all the time?" Wen Bai looked at Qi Yanqing worriedly, "Let's go back, you didn't even have a coat on."

Qi Yanqing shook his head, "Go back and do your work."

"Then pay attention to what I said! We are friends and I can't hurt you. You should seriously think about it!"

"En." Qi Yanqing nodded perfunctorily, he didn't hear anything at all.

The mind is chaotic, and the heart and limbs are cold.

In addition to the smell of tobacco, there was also a smell of rust in his mouth. He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Will it be tiring to get along with someone like him?

……

After the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, Lu Yichao couldn't find Qi Yanqing anymore.

His neck was still aching, and he was still waiting to take a bite of Qi Yanqing's gland, to let him know how painful it was, and stop going crazy.

"I ran fast. I knew I had done something wrong, and I felt guilty."

One day he would bite Qi Yanqing's glands to pieces.

Lu Yichao drove here by himself today. As soon as the car started, he caught sight of Zhang Heng from the corner of his eye.

Roll down the car window to listen to Zhang Heng's phone call.

"It's over, find some people to go to Wanqian to play, just give me a break, I'm too tired today."

"Don't talk about it, the little snacks on your lips ran away, so let's save them for next time..."

Lu Yichao smiled and became more yuppie, and drove to keep up.

After arriving in Wanquan, Zhang Heng opened the room card in a serious manner and did not have any contact with others.

These leaders have their own way of spending time and drinking, and they will not be easily discovered.

For example, Wanquan has a secret passage that can directly enter a tavern.

Lu Yichao went in in the same way, and someone immediately came out to entertain him, "Why is the boss coming over today? What would you like to drink today?"

"That person, I want to treat him well."

Lu Yichao is the scariest when he smiles, pointing at Zhang Heng as if pointing at a dead person.

That night, Weibo exploded, and Zhang Heng's messy post went straight to the top of the hot search list.

Qi Yanqing had a bit of a cold, and after he came back, he was not feeling well. He drank the medicine and fell asleep. He couldn't sleep well, and his phone kept vibrating.

He woke up with a few coughs, his head was stuffy, and he looked at the messages that kept popping up.

[List of Zhang Heng’s Victims]

[A certain photo of Zhang Heng was exposed]

【Zhang Heng eats the fruit of his own evil】

He couldn't turn his head around, he didn't know what was going on, and then he saw Zhou Jian sent a wechat, still with a long voice.

Zhou Jian: "Qingqing, have you seen the trending searches! Zhang Heng was beaten up, and he was beaten up by those omega players who played before. It's cool! I'll tell you, don't be impulsive, someone must do these things!"

"Do you think Mr. Lu did it? I listened to the fans' analysis clearly and logically. Sure enough, love makes people strong."

Qi Yanqing coughed heavily again, and pressed his slightly hot forehead.

If I think too much, no one will be Lu Yichao.

Zhou Jian: "By the way, Qingqing, don't do high-intensity training these few days. You are about to go into heat, and you are allergic to inhibitors. I know you have a thin skin. May I help you tell Teacher Lu?"